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IT WAS A LIGHT THAT SHONE OVER OUR FACES, OUR WOUNDS, AND SCARS. IT WAS A LIGHT SO BRILLIANT AND WHITE IT COULD HAVE BEEN BEAMED FROM HEAVEN, AND BRIAN AND I COULD HAVE BEEN ANGELS, BASKING IN IT. BUT IT WASN’T, AND WE WEREN’T.

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